Upon Traveling to Ruantallen

Lady Andrea MacIntyre writes to her friend, Lady Mary Flynn, of her journey north to the lands of the Barony of Ruantallan (Nova Scotia and Prince Edward Island). Unto the most noble and dearest Lady Mary Flynn.

Greetings and salutations my Lady,

I write to you today to tell you of the discouveries from the moste recent trip I have compleated. It was with great trepidation that I pondered the long journey into the wintry lands of Ruantallan. Knowne only to a few gentle souls, which I have been corresponding this paste fortnight, the thought of traveling alone without benefit of a chaperone was a bit daunting. It seemes that my last trip outward to the Pennsic lands have earned me a reputation of being a grand traveler. However, at risk to my reputation and a desire to attend the university, I made the arduous journey northward.

My first reste was in the Shire of L'ile du Dragon Dormant, but having neglected my studies of the French language, it was a formidable encounter. While most I met readily spoke the English tongue, the signs and shops bore the language of Romance. I have decided to reapply my self when I return home, and once gaining competence in the language of Spain which I am currently learning, I shall dive headlong and willingly into the language of the French.

My journey, thank goodness, was quite uneventful, with only a minor separation from my belongings which only slightly separated my further foray to Ruantallan. When I arrived, I obtained a hired carriage and journey to the home of Cealain and Dierdre O'Moray. Gracious hosts they were, for they rousted their children from their sleeping cots, and offered these fine beds for us visitors! In the company of such fyne host, I became most relaxed and even was allowed to help Cealain prepare elaborate pastries for the feast that was to be held in honour of the visiting royals that very next day! Under his direct tutelage, I learned a useful skill which I am sure to use at our kitchens at home.

The Ruantallan people, being fyne hosts, gathered those travelers who had ventured north and carried us to an inn of some renown. The evening was spent with music of the Isles, hearty fare, and fyne draughts of most excellent stout.

The next morn, being the eve of St. Andrew, we were once again gathered and given the tour of the faire city and the citadel that guards it. It was truly a structure of great importance and fortitude, and upon seeing it I felt quite protected from the roving bands of seamen that always threaten such port cities. That eve we were once again gathered to meet and greet representatives of her majesty's royal navy. Such fyne looking young men they were. We were at this tyme also honoured with a visit from his Royal Majesty! All were teated with fine potables, and small tables of gaming were strewn about for amusement, and we played through the night, and conversed without shyness.

When I returned that eve, back to my temporary hosts, I was told that her majesty (whom I was told was also staying at this fyne abode) was heavily delayed, for a fierce storm had blanketed her traveling area with several inches of fluffy whyte snow. Is it not perplexing that something so beautiful could be so dangerous? However, It was with a happy heart that I learned of her safe arrival in the morn, for I had fallen fast asleep, two hours past the mid of nyte.

In the early of the morn, before ere the crow of the cock, I gathered my things and ventured forth to University with Dierdre and Cealain O'Moray. What can one say about a day that takes away one's breath? The classes were plentiful, the food most excellent, and the populace was welcoming and friendly. Though in a multitude of faces, I did spot some nobility I recognized, it was the new friends I made that most entertained me. We studied, we ate until our bellies were near bursting, and in the eve, I was witness to the knight making of Syr Emrys, by our faire queen Isabella and our valiant king Andreas. This most auspicious ceremony will forever be stored upon my memories, for I was witness to something that made grown men cry with tears of Joy! Many came forth and spoke of the noble deeds of this fyne man. It was truly a wonder to behold!

Upon the end of court, the hall was cleaned and a fyne feast was laid about. We were served individually of four courses of all that the cooks could offer, each offering more tasty than the other. I fear that I will have to fast for many days when I return, for I did truly indulge in the sin of Gluttony that night! As if one could not be sated with only the food, fyne bards and performers were brought forth. Many sang in the tongues of their native countries, and there were even men there who both danced with and ate fyre! I found myself both praying and holding my breath in the fear that the fyre would consume them, but they were truly masters of their craft and all survived and we were well entertained.

Now, one would think that all of these entertainment's would have come to an end when the bells tolled eleven, but I was truly lucky to be escorted once again to a gathering at yet another fyne abode. It was the home of Syr Emrys! His household was in fyne celebration and many people gathered with well wishes and sober advice for the newest knight of the realm. At last though, the evening ran out and with the lightening of the skies, I was escorted back to the abode of my hosts, where I rested and was made comfortable until my journey homeward.

My dear Lady Mary, I heartily and happily recommend that if you and your family ever has the opportunity to journey to this great barony, you should jump to the task! Never have I felt so welcome in a foreign land, and I feel that as I leave this night, that behind I leave good friends and my life has been forever touched by them.

I journey home this day with a full heart and a longing for my family.

Most devotedly,
Lady Andrea MacIntyre

Reprinted by permission of the author.